A Simple Someone
Author: Candra Mantreh
Disclaimer: This is my first fanfic and my first time using the website so please be understanding while I'm figuring it all out. Also I don't own anything about Harry Potter but this story and plot is mine.
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Chapter One:
Pansy eyed the muggle crowd uncomfortably. It was only a few steps to platform nine and three quarters, but instead of walking up to it, she paused to lean on a wall and glanced around as if she was waiting for someone.
Truthfully there was no one meeting her there, she wished her parents had come with her but they just sent her off with her trunk expecting her to know her way around perfectly. Unfortunately, Pansy had no siblings and spoke little to her parents, so truthfully she didn't know a lot about what to expect, only the basics of where she had to go and when.
Suddenly movement caught her eye and she snapped out of her trance. She noticed a very gorgeous boy looking at her. She was immediately attracted to him, he has smooth blond hair falling carelessly into his face covering part of his gray eyes, and he was wearing a black polo shirt with baggy blue jeans, a studded belt and black sneakers. He could easily blend in with a group of sixth grade muggle heartthrobs, but she new instantly he was a wizard, a pureblood, she was guessing, and judging by the attractive older man fallowing him, this was none other then Draco Malfoy.
Pansy crossed her arms over her chest uncomfortably, for the one of the first times in her life she felt self-conscious.
Pansy was raised much like a boy because her parents thought a male would be a greater use to the dark lord. As a result of this she knew little of things most other witches her age knew. While they eagerly waited to go to Hogwarts to practice love potions and beauty charms and to have sleepover every night with there friends, Pansy hoped to learn different ways to defeat enemies based on location, age and gender.
This was why Pansy was unnaturally uncomfortable standing in the tight spandex dress her mother had stuffed her in. She had only worn a dress a few times in her life, and she had never dreamed she would wear a dress as short and tight as the one she was currently in. And to make it worse, her dress completed with a short lace necklace adorn with real rubies, and dark makeup. Pansy knew she looked a lot older then she was wearing all this stuff, and now as this incredibly good looking and rich boy was gazing at her, she could not be more aware that her appearance was a lie.
Pansy looked down feeling almost guilty as if she had personally told this Malfoy that she had kissed a boy, or maybe told him that she had about ten tubes of lipstick and twenty pairs of shoes in her trunk as she imagined other of these first year witches did.
Not bothering to give him a second glance Pansy grabbed her trunk and hurried towards the magic barrier, her desire to get away giving her to confidence to finally take the steps towards the enchanted entrance to the Hogwarts Express.
After a moment of walking, Pansy looked up to realize she pasted through the wall effortlessly, she hadn't even felt it. Her insides stirred slightly with relief as she pushed her way through the crowd to find where to leave her trunk.
She shuffled along through group embraces and tearful parents feeling her confidence rise again, at least she didn't act this pathetic, although perhaps her strength was just an act covering her fear, but she pushed the thought out of her mind as she left her trunk with a worker loading up the back of the train.
She accidentally shoved a small looking wizard out of her way as she speed more hastily towards the front of the train eager to get a compartment by her self.
Nearing the boarding steps for the train, she took a subconscious leap meant to land her on the top step, instead she was caught off guard but a sudden constraint on her thighs as her tight dress rid up and prevented her from making the jump.
She lay in a disheveled heap on the base of the steps with her dress bunched up making it even shorter then it had been before, her short hair haphazardly in her face, and a series on small scrapes and welts from where parts of her hit the metal steps.
She heard a few people laughing, but mostly her fall seemed to have gone unnoticed. She sat up and brushed the hair her face and glanced up, and to her surprise and embarrassment a smirking Draco Malfoy was standing over her extending his hand.